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Poetry

A collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.

The Drifter's Plague

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by SharkyBruce

by SharkyBruce

The drifter's plague

Is an empty stare

With burning fires

Hidden within

I am the drifter's plague

The broken glass

Does not cut to blood

But my pointed words

Tear flesh from bone

Mine is the fragrance of death

My flesh rots upon the bone

I am the drifter's plague

I follow in the drifter's footsteps

Tracking in his shadow

I am the flickering image

In the corner of his eye

I am the morbid hallucination

Of the starved, parched, and exhausted

Just a figment of a depraved imagination

Yes, the drifter's plague

Is an empty stare

With burning fires

Hidden within

I am not sane

I am the drifter's plague

The drifter's plague

Is humanity itself

The planet's rotting disease